as though they had some purpose and destination. Then it occurred to him that one man was very much like another man. He recalled that that afternoon he had said some- thing about what one man owed to another. One man was very much like another. He was like those men, one of them. Unbidden, warm and pulsing, that exaltation re- turned to him, more perfect than under the brilliant sun, as now he looked over tie white, moon-frosted roofs. Involun- tarily, he raised his arm as though to address a great multi- tude and tell them what he knew to be the truth.